Glory holes still exist outside of dark rooms in Barcelona's and Madrid's gay bars? Quelle 1960s!
Back in the day, I distinctly recall running into only one person as big as myself in the famous little T-room that served as blow job central for more than 90 years in Pioneer Park (because of it's perfect location between the Santa Fe and Union Pacific railroad stations). He was a rather distinguished looking gent and owned a pseudo German restaurant north of SLC famous for mormon brides booking the space for their receptions. "It" was a nice, giant, veiny, uncut piece of meat very fun to play with and very well known among the "visitors" to that particular spot. After we played around with one another we recruited a handsome and muscular 40-something Mexican/American (big moustache) to alternately suck us off as we made out. We eventually finished our encounter by taking turns fucking that beautiful, smooth-skinned brown hunk. The hunk definitely seemed to enjoy the attention.
I rather miss the halcyon years of T-rooms, glory holes, and famous truck stops along I-80 from Wyoming to Sacramento. Oh, and the old restroom/changing rooms below the cliff area of Long Beach. And the San Diego Yacht Club. Buena Vista Park in San Francisco, the tiny Woolworths mens room (packed sweaty body to sweaty body) one passed to get to the BART Station, on and on and on and on. Oh, and a particularly sweet place in Mill Valley where mostly husbands showed up to suck cock because driving into the city would take too long and their wives would become suspicious.
Ahhh, sic transit gloria mundi -- or in this case "Sic transit gloria holes!" :smile: